I was inside an apartment waiting for my food to arrive.

I opened the door, and one of my cats had gotten out.

I went to get her, and that’s when the Famous Libra showed up.

He went with me to retrieve my cat.

An older lady opened her door, and my cat ran into her apartment.

She had a small dog, who chased my cat up onto her washer.

My cat was hissing and swiping at the dog.

“I can keep your cats for you while you’re away, all 5 of them,” she told me.

I didn’t respond; I just got my cat, and we left.

We went back to the apartment to drop my cat off, and then we left the building.

The famous Libra and I had separated for a moment.

There were people outside that he knew and went to speak to them.

I walked around for a bit, and he found me again.

We ended up walking around the grounds of the apartment.

He couldn’t keep his hands off me.

He kept touching, hugging, and periodically stopped walking to just hold me in his arms.

He initiated it, and I LOVED IT!

The romance was there.

He made me feel safe and secure.

I didn’t have to worry about anything.

He was there to protect me.

“I GOT YOU!”

YES, this is what I’m talking about!

He kept rubbing on my hips, thighs, and butt.

He said he couldn’t believe I was his.

And how could he or anyone else pass on me?

He appreciated me, and I felt like a woman.

I always have to do everything.

I don’t have any help.

So, I have to take on the role of the MAN, even in relationships.

It felt good to be in the woman’s role.—If I’m explaining this correctly

We continued walking.

He asked me if I had eaten, and I told him that I had.

For some reason, this agitated him, and he asked me again angrily.

“Yeah, I had a sandwich,” I replied.

He knew that I was lying.

But he accepted my response.

I don’t know why I told him that I had eaten.

I guess I wanted to continue enjoying our little situation or whatever we were doing.

I didn’t want it to end.

We made it to his car, and the people whom he had chatted with earlier were leaving.

I lingered outside the car.

I wanted them to see me with him.

They waved bye to him as they drove off.

END DREAM

MESSAGE

The dream was longer, but I didn’t want to write it all.

I have some wonderful dreams about these men, but they don’t seem to choose me.

I wonder if I’ll ever meet this Libra.

I know who he is.

But I don’t have any intentions of revealing his identity just yet.

Y’all…

We could not keep our hands off each other.

I was grinding my ass on his dick print and everything!

I woke up smiling!

Lol…

I hope that I meet him.

I was asking my spirits about the entertainment man.

What happened to him?

Why hadn’t I met him yet?

They reminded me of what the Voodoo Lady told me.

“Sometimes you miss your window, your opportunity.”

If I were supposed to meet him in my hometown, and I never went back to my hometown.

I never met him.

I missed my opportunity with him.

I need to start asking my spirits the right questions.

My Spirits will draw me to these men, and I’ll focus my entire attention on them.

G’ No Money, Boss Dada…

Months and years will go by, wasted time, and missed opportunities with other connections.

They don’t choose me, and I’m left looking stupid.

In tarot, we always tell our watches, supporters, and people that we do readings for, to not wait on them / this (men, women, connections, messages)

Because it may never happen, and it’s not set in stone.

People have free will, and they don’t have to choose you/your path.

And I’m a living testimony of that!